A/N: yes, yes, I've finally posted something Hunger Games related. the only reason its also doctor who related is because this, and a fan fic im writing on paper and must transfer over onto teh computer, is all i've been working on the past week or so. by the way, not ALL the quotes will be spot on 100% perfect, so please, don't complain. and please dont flame either! Cyberhugs for reviewers! cause I never get any XD prolly cause i dont update often... ANYWAY!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the hunger games or doctor who or any characters thereof. I own all rights to Sabrina, and partial rights to Elizabeth
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EDIT: Yes, I changed the story to first person point of view after going over it with my friend, who is basically like a co-writer.
"So daddy, where's mummy gone?" I said, my curly dark blond hair settling around my shoulders and falling down to my hips and light blue eyes asked as my father, a tallish man with brown hair and green eyes known as the Doctor, sauntered into the spaceship/time machine known as the TARDIS.
"On an adventure of her own, my sweet Sabrina. Now where's your sister Elizabeth?" he asked as he walked over to stand in front of me. I was at least his height, if not a centimeter or two taller.
"I'm over here dad." My sister Elizabeth, who had dark brown hair to the middle of her back and greenish-blue eyes, said from a bit behind me, where she basically hid in the shadows.
"Come here sweetheart, don't hide in the shadows, I want to spend some time with my girls! Both of my girls." The Doctor said with a grin, motioning Elizabeth forward.
"Ah, no thanks dad, I was thinking I'd hang out in my room, sorta do my own thing this time around." Elizabeth said slowly, edging ever so slight further into the shadows.
The Doctor sighed and smiled sadly, having heard this from Elizabeth, and even me, "daddy's girl," before.
"Alright, you go have fun, but next time you will be spending time with your sister and I." The Doctor said in a firm yet caring tone, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
"Thanks dad." Elizabeth mumbled, turning to go to her room when a bright white light shined all around us.
"Daddy! Elizabeth!" I screamed before the light blinded me and everything went back.
I groaned as I felt someone shaking me awake. I could tell by the firm grip on my shoulder this it was a male, but besides that, I knew nothing.
"Five more minutes daddy, I'm tired." I moaned, closing my eyes tighter against the light that shone down on me.
"I'm not your 'daddy,' my name's Gale" The guy said in an annoyed manner, stepping back and standing up as I opened my eyes.
I instantly panicked and stumbled to my feet, looking around frantically for my dad and sister.
"Elizabeth! Daddy!" I called as I turned on my heels, trying to find my family even if I knew it was useless.
"Whoa, easy! There's nobody in the district named Elizabeth, trust me, I know everyone here. I dunno who your dad is but he's probably not here either. What are you doing asleep in the middle of district twelve on Reaping Day anyway?" Gale asked, watching me intently with his gray eyes which contrasted against his olive skin and dark brown hair.
"They have to be here! We were all in the TARDIS, and then... wait, what's Reaping Day?" I asked, tilting my head to the side while flipping my hair out of my eyes.
"What's a tardis?" Gale asked, looking at me in utter confusion.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "humans" I thought before answering. "Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. Basically, a time machine and a space ship, and my home. I'm not giving you anymore information then that, now whats 'Reaping Day?'"
"Are you serious? You don't know what Reaping Day is? It's the day when tributes are selected for the Hunger Games." Gale said, shocked that I didn't know.
"What's the Hunger Games?" I pressed, trying to gain as much information as possible.
"I can't believe it. You really don't know. The Hunger Games, is a big reminder basically. A reminder to the districts that the Capitol is in control. A boy and a girl from the ages of twelve to eighteen from each of the twelve districts is picked to fight to the death until one of them remains as a victor. The victor is then showered in riches and lives in the Victor's Village." He explained quickly, motioning towards a part of town with well kept, two story buildings that seemed out of place among the shacks that most of the people lived in, and even the shops, which were better then the shacks, but still not nearly as good as the houses in the Victors Village.
"Fight to the death? That's so wrong! Killing people for others entertainment? That's not just wrong that's sick!" I said, completely horrified.
"Quiet!" Gale hissed, covering my mouth. "If the Capitol hears you they'll kill you!"
I pulled away from Gale, my gaze full of a fiery determination. "I'll stop this if it's the last thing I do." I growled. "How do I ensure I'm in these 'hunger games'"
Gale looked at me as if I was insane, but answered me anyway. "A girl will be chosen at random, after that any volunteer's may step forward to take my place. Same for the guys."
"Good, now when it this 'Reaping?'" I asked, raising my eyebrow in question.
"About ten minutes, we better get to the square, this way." Gale said without further question of the strange girls sanity.
"I'm Sabrina, by the way. Sabrina Song." I said as I followed him.
"Nice knowing you Sabrina Song." Gale muttered as he reached the sign in desk in the back of the square.
I waited patiently as they pricked my finger for a sample of blood before filing into a group of girls about my own age, looking up on stage to see a woman with a ridiculous pink wig start speaking.
"Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! Happy Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favor. " She said in a ridiculous accent to match her wig.
I let my mind wander to where my family could be as the speaker, who's name was apparently Effie Trinket, made some stupid speech about how being in the Hunger Games is an honor, yeah right.
My attention snapped back to Effie as she concluded the stupid speech with "Now the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing District 12 in the 74th annual Hunger Games. As usual, ladies first. "
"74th? That means at least 1702 children have died in these stupid games!"I thought, my mouth gaping as the statistics flooded to me.
I shook my head and looked up again as Effie read a name off a piece of paper.
"Primrose Everdeen!" Effie called out, scanning the crowd of teenage girls.
I started to move out of the group of sixteen year old's I was with. I wasn't sixteen, but I looked sixteen.
I just had time to see that the girl was obviously young, probably only twelve before I shouted out the words that could possibly kill me.
"I volunteer as district twelve's female tribute!" I called out, standing tall and confident, my curly dark blond hair settling around my shoulders.
"Well this is a first, district twelve finally has a volunteer! Come on up dear!" Effie urged, motioning me forward.
I walked forward with long, confident strides, the fiery determination in my eyes still glowing brightly. I knew how to cope with danger and fear, that was for sure.
As I passed where Primrose had gone back to stand with the girls her age, I looked over at the young girl, and nodded slightly as their gazes locked.
"What's your name dear?" Effie asked as I got up on the stage, nearly tripping on a long blue scarf that hung over my shoulders.
"Sabrina Song." I said briskly, staring straight ahead, not looking at anybody.
"You know that girl I assume?" Effie said, as if she expected me to be the girl's sister.
"Never seen her before in my life. But I won't let a twelve year old into an arena to fight to the death. Not when she most likely has a family, and I haven't got the faintest clue of where my family is." I said bitterly, choking on the tears that threatened to spill as the full realization that I had no idea where any of my family was hit me.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that." Effie said with sympathy, which I couldn't tell if it was fake or not, before turning back to the crowd. "Let's give a big hand to district twelve's first volunteer!" She said cheerfully, clapping.
She was the only one clapping though. The rest of the district, instead, took their three middle fingers and pressed them to their lips before holding them out to me.
I could only assume this was a sign of respect in this district.
"Yes, well... Now for the boys!" Effie said after an uncomfortable silence, striding over to a glass bowl filled with paper.
She took a second to decide which paper to pick before reaching her hand in and pulling one out.
"Peeta Mellark!" She called out, now scanning the crowd of teenage boys.
Nobody moved for a moment, before a sixteen year old boy with blond hair and light blue eyes, "Like mine." I mused silently, slowly started walking towards the stage.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this years district twelve tributes, Sabrina Song and Peeta Mellark!" Effie announced in the annoying accent that I could figure without being told was a norm in the Capitol.
"Well, come on you two, shake hands." Effie prompts, glancing between me and Peeta.
Peeta extended his hand awkwardly and I hesitated for a second before shaking it.
"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" Effie concluded.
Peeta and I were rushed inside a building and put in two separate rooms, apparently having an hour to say their goodbye's to their family.
I sat on the couch in the small room and let my tears I tried so desperately to hide out in public flow freely as I worried over my family and their safety.
I thought I would have the full hour to think of a plan, but I was wrong.
In a few minutes, Gale was ushered in by some people in white uniforms, which I later came to know were called Peacekeepers.
"Hey." He said slowly, watching me intently.
"Hello." I sighed, looking away so he wouldn't see my tears.
"I remembered you said you didn't know where family was, so I thought I'd come by to send you off." He explained quickly.
"Thanks. Better then sitting here alone crying my eyes out." I said, hyperventilating slightly like I usually did when I cried too hard for too long.
"To be honest, I really didn't think you'd actually volunteer." He said after about a minute of an awkward silence.
"When I saw that a little twelve year old girl was picked, I knew I had to. She doesn't deserve to die in these games. Nobody does, but still, at least I could do something about this." I explained slowly. "I would've done the same if it was my little sister, even though she's fifteen."
"Your sister, Elizabeth right? Isn't that what you said her name was?" Gale asked.
my only response was a slow nod.
"I'll keep an eye out for her. If she shows up, I'll take care of her. I promise." Gale said without hesitation.
I smiled slightly. "Thanks..." Was all I could murmur before the peacekeepers came and took Gale away, leading a girl in, the one that was originally picked for the Hunger Games. Primrose Everdeen.
"Thanks for taking my place in the Hunger Games." Primrose said before I could even think to say anything.
"No problem Primrose." I said with a shrug. I could have told the young girl I would have volunteered no matter who had been picked, but I decided against it.
"Please, call me Prim. And, take this." Prim said, stepping forward and pinning a gold pin of a bird holding an arrow in it's beak to my scarf.
"What is it?" I asked, looking at the gold pin in awe.
"A Mockingjay. Ask Peeta or Haymitch to explain to you what they are on the train to the capitol." Prim said before leaving without another word, and without giving me a chance to thank her or reuse her offer.
I sighed and sat thinking for the remainder of the hour before the peacekeepers came to escort me to the train station.
For the first time I noticed all the camera's around the district, and realization dawned on me that all this was being recorded, and probably being shown all over the country.
I sighed in frustration as I was forced to stop at the train station so the Capitol people, at least I guessed they were Capitol people, could get some pictures, or video footage or something of me and Peeta.
I retreated into the safety of the train as soon as I could.
I sat in a chair in the dining car and rubbed my temples, muttering something about "Being too young to be this old," or something to that extent.
"You're not that old, sweetheart, so stop complaining." A gruff male voice said as he sat down near me.
I glanced up at the man, who had blond hair to about his jawline and blue eyes. Light, like mine and Peeta's, but instead of a sky blue, they were more of an icy blue, like slush you wish would melt away.
"You must be Haymitch." I muttered, folding my arms on the table and burying my face in them.
"And you must be stupid if you have to guess that." Haymitch snorted.
I noted he was drunk, I could tell two ways. One, I am a Time Lord of course, and Time Lords have an incredibly sharp sense of smell. Even if they didn't, the alcohol on his breath was strong enough to smell anyway. Two, I could hear his words slurring together like a drunk's did.
"Haymitch, go easy on the girl, she doesn't even know where her family is." Effie said in an attempt to hush Haymitch's smart remarks, but only succeeded in making me start crying again.
"Elizabeth... Mummy... Daddy... please still be alive." I whimpered, keeping my face buried in my arms.
"'Mommy?' 'Daddy?' What, are you sixteen or six?" Haymitch asked, staring at me in disbelief
"Neither." I wanted to snap, yet didn't. As a Time Lord I aged much much slower then humans. I was really 746, but I thought better then to tell these strangers that.
"Sixteen." I mumbled, taking my face out of my arms and sitting up, my shoulder's still slumped forward.
"I can't hear you sweetheart!" Haymitch taunted, cutting off Effie's protest before she could even begin to speak it.
"Sixteen!" I snapped, glaring at Haymitch, the fire returning to my gaze.
"Then stop whining and complaining! You volunteered to be a tribute, so act like one!" Haymitch growled, leaning back in his chair, pouring a bottle of what I could only guess was some type of alcohol by the smell, which made me want to throw up, into his cup.
I growled and pulled what looked faintly like a pen with an odd, blue, crystal like tip from my pocket. I pointed it at Haymitch's cup and pressed a button, Making the tip extend out further and start glowing, emitting a strange pulsing sound.
Haymitch nearly jumped out of his chair as the glass shattered.
I laughed and collapsed the device down before stuffing it back in my pocket. "You shouldn't drink. It's bad for you, and doesn't exactly help you prepare us for these cruel games." I said, leaning back in my own chair and smirking triumphantly
Haymitch looked between the shattered glass, which somehow didn't hurt anybody, and me in bewilderment.
"What is that thing?" Peeta asked, sitting beside me and watching me in wonder.
"Sonic Screwdriver. My dad invented it. Don't worry it's not a weapon. Just simply a way of unlocking, re-locking, shattering, and doing a great deal more to inanimate objects." I explained, grinning.
"The Gamemakers might not let you keep that when you enter the arena." Effie pointed out.
"Then I won't tell them about it. If in the wrong hands, a Sonic Screwdriver can deal a very large amount of destruction. It's not a weapon, but still, if it falls into the wrong hands, things could get very messy, very quickly." I said, completely confident I would have my Sonic Screwdriver with me when I entered the arena.
"What's that?" Haymitch asked, motioning to my scarf.
Happy to get off the subject of the Sonic Screwdriver, I looked down, seeing the gold mockingjay pin, and a pendant my mother had given to me a long time ago.
"Which one, the pin or the pendant?" I asked, looking up at Haymitch suspiciously.
"Both." Haymitch said simply, leaning forward and propping his elbows up on the table, resting his head in his hands as he waited for me to tell him.
"The pendant my mum gave me when I was still very young. The chain and the backing of the flower is real silver, the diamonds around the tips are real, and the gems in the middle are real sapphires, 'cause my middle name's Sapphire." I explained, stroking the beautiful pendant fondly.
"Impossible, nobody in district twelve could afford that. In fact, probably only high ranking Capitol people could afford that." Haymitch scoffed.
I rolled my eyes and glared at Haymitch. "Are you daft? I'm not from district twelve! I'm not even from this country! Whatever this country is..."
"No way, It's impossible for anybody to get inside Panem without being first born here." Effie said, completely perplexed.
"I did. I dunno how, I was pulled away from my family in some sort of transmit beam and dropped in the middle of district twelve." I said, shrugging
They all looked at me like I was crazy. I should have known, the technology I was talking about was far too advanced for these people.
"A bright white light shone in the middle of my home and took me to district twelve, sorry, but I can't explain it anymore or I could 'damage history' or something like that. So my father says at least."
Haymitch shook his head, figuring I was completely hopeless. "Anyway, the pin? That's a mockingjay, isn't it?"
I nodded slowly. "That's what Prim said when she gave it to me. She said I could ask you what mockingjay's were."
Peeta nodded slowly, still watching me, although his gaze more curious then wondrous now.
"A mockingjay is a cross between a mockingbird and a jabberjay." He started to explain, pausing for a second and continuing at my confused glance.
"Jabberjay's were genetically altered birds, all male, who could memorize entire conversations and say them back to their master's, the Capitol. They were used to spy on the districts during the Dark Days, which was a rebellion back when there were thirteen districts. Eventually the rebel's found out about these jabberjay's and started feeding the Capitol lies. The Capitol released the jabberjay's into the wild, expecting them to die off, but they didn't. They bred with female mockingbirds which resulted in mockingjays. Mockingjay's cant speak like jabberjay's could, but they can still memorize melodies and sing them."
I nodded slowly and leaned back in my chair again. "Interesting." I murmured. "You mentioned there was once a thirteenth district. What happened to it?"
Peeta, Haymitch and Effie all exchanged nervous glances before Peeta spoke up again.
"The Capitol destroyed it to show the other districts that they have all the power."
I was on my feet in a moment, my expression a mix of fury, sorrow, and hopelessness.
"What?! Destroy a whole district, a whole population of people just to teach the rest a lesson?! That's stupid, that's cruel, that's unfair!" I shouted.
"Quiet down, sweetheart. If the Capitol hears you saying that stuff they'll kill you the second you step foot in the arena." Haymitch said bemusedly.
"Will ya stop calling me sweetheart?! Only my mum and dad call me sweetheart!" I snapped, completely content with pouring the focus of my rage on the drunkard.
"Does it make you angry?" Haymitch asked, unfazed by my fury.
"Yes." I faltered, almost confused. My whole life my temper always made others back down, made them fear me. Haymitch was different.
"Then no, I will not stop calling you sweetheart. That rage could help you impress the Gamemakers, not to mention the sponsors." Haymitch said, smirking.
"Sponsors? What are sponsors for?" I asked, still annoyed, but, finding my anger useless, calming down.
"Sponsors give money or gifts to you mentor, that's Haymitch, and then Haymitch uses that to help you out when you need it. They can be the deciding factor between your life and your death." Effie explained, slowly starting to believe I really wasn't from Panem.
I nodded slowly and slumped back in my chair, subconsciously twirling my hair around my fingers.
I froze for a second as a few thin strands of chains brushed against my skin and I grinned. "Oh brilliant!" I exclaimed, quickly reaching up and taking my earrings out of my ears.
"Oh, this is just brilliant!" I laughed, fiddling with the seemingly ordinary earrings.
"What? A pair of earrings probably only worth a few cents?" Haymitch asked, watching me curiously
"They aren't just earrings." I murmured, squinting so I could get a better look at them. "If I'm lucky... If I'm very very lucky, they'll work as communicators between me... and... my... got it!"
I giggled uncontrollably as I put the earring back on and tapped the base of one, which looked like an owl in flight, the chains that had brushed against my skin clenched in it's talons.
"You're absolutely crazy sweetheart." Haymitch sighed, leaning back and turning his attention to something else
I bit my bottom lip, murmuring something along the lines of "please work" before taking a deep breath and speaking slowly, whispering so my voice wouldn't crack. "Daddy?"
Five seconds passed. Ten, fifteen, thirty, still no reply.
Just as I was ready to give up, a voice sounded, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Sabrina? Is that you sweetheart?" My father's voice crackled through a hidden speaker in the earrings.
I was obviously just barely suppressing a fit of laughter at the sight of the others faces as I answered. "Yeah daddy, it's me. You okay? Is Elizabeth with you?"
"No, no, I thought she was with you." My father sighed before answering my other question. "I've been better to be honest. Although I've also been a lot worse. I remember when your mother murdered me against her will. Nasty."
I sighed and smacked my palm against my face. "Dad, I'm not alone." I said, the slightest hint of annoyance in my tone.
"Well you should have told me that in the first place! Where are you, who's with you, and are you hurt in any way shape or form?" My father asked, more worried about my safety than his mistake.
"How in the world could your mother have murdered your father against her will? And how is your father still alive then?" Peeta asked, probably the most confused of them all.
"Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, I'll explain later." I quickly told Peeta before answering my father's questions.
"I'm fine daddy, I'm perfectly fine, I promise. I'm on a train to..." I started, trailing off and looking up at the others for the answer.
"We're going to the Capitol, sweetheart." Haymitch said, watching me as if he didn't know what to think of the strange girl.
"Who the heck is calling you sweetheart?!" My father demanded, his tone filled with hostility.
"Oh, don't worry about him daddy, it's just my mentor Haymitch. He only calls me that to get me angry so I can impress other people, which in the long run will help me stay alive in the Hunger Games. So yeah, I'm not hurt, I'm on a train going to the Capitol, and I'm with my mentor Haymitch, my fellow tribute Peeta, and our escort Effie."
"Wait, what? What? What?!" My father said quickly, his voice filling with terror and fear. "You're in the Hunger Games?!"
I tugged at the collar of my shirt nervously. "Uh, yes? If it makes you feel better I did it because I thought you and Elizabeth were dead, and I couldn't stand letting a twelve year old girl go to fight to the death instead."
"Sabrina Sapphire Song how many times have I told you not to fight to the death with humans?" My father asked, his initial fear for his daughter turning into pure annoyance.
"Uh... Never." I replied slowly.
"Well... I shouldn't have to! You should know better! If you die, then your mother will kill me again, and if she kills me again she'll be sent to Stormcage again, and if she's sent to Stormcage again then Elizabeth will be left on her own!" My father snapped.
I knew this was all just because he was worried about my safety, but he had never yelled at me like this before, and it upset me profusely, to the point of crying yet again.
"I'm sorry dad, I didn't know what else I could do. I just couldn't let that little girl be sent into the Games." I said, my voice choking on my tears.
"I know sweetheart." My father sighed. "You're too compassionate like I am. It's a very good thing, but it get's you into a lot of trouble sometimes."
"I'll talk to you later dad, I've got some explaining to do. Miss you, love you, bye." I sighed, tapping the base of my earrings again and cutting off the communication before my father could reply.
Despite telling my father I had to explain things to the others, I stayed silent, staring at the table with tears still streaming down my face.
I expected to be left alone. I expected everyone to clear out and leave me sitting there all night. What I did not expect, was Peeta wrapping his arm around my shoulders to comfort me.
It surprised me, but what surprised me even more is how I responded to it.
I embraced Peeta in a tight hug and cried silently, my sobs making my whole body quiver, and my hyperventilating didn't help that one bit.
I didn't know how long I sat there crying on Peeta's shoulder, five or ten minutes maybe, before Effie started saying something about watching the Reapings and forced everyone into another car that had a large television set.
I sat on a leather couch between Peeta and Haymitch, hugging my knees tightly and still slightly hyperventilating as I watched the different Reapings, slightly annoyed at the commentary by, who Effie said, was the interviewer, Caesar Flickerman, and the Head Gamemaker, Seneca Crane.
I couldn't help but be curious at what the two had to say about the district twelve Reaping. Even though I had tried to drown out their voices throughout the whole program, I listened intently when district twelve's Reaping rolled around.
"The district twelve Reaping is by far the most curious and confusing, Seneca." Caesar stated as a clip of district twelve's Reaping played.
"And why is that, Caesar?" Seneca asked.
"Well if you pay close attention in the section of sixteen year old girls when the original name is called, the volunteer doesn't hesitate even for a second before going to volunteer. In fact, I think she started moving before the first girl's name was completely said, as if she planned to volunteer beforehand." Caesar responded as Effie grabs the slip of paper with Prim's name on it.
I watched the screen closely and sure enough, I had started moving before Effie even finished saying "Primrose."
"Well, well, well, look who's been paying attention." I muttered under my breath.
"Wait, you wanted to be in the games?" Haymitch asked, believing once again that I was completely insane.
"Wanted, no, planned, yes." I said, still watching the Reaping.
"Why? Nobody from an outlying district is stupid enough to go into the Hunger Games by free will." Haymitch pressed, determined to get the answer one way or another.
"Because somebody was smart enough and powerful enough to take me directly from my home, which should be impossible. Somebody wants me here. It'd be rude not to comply." I said, grinning like my dad did when turning something serious into a joke.
"You're crazy sweetheart. Completely crazy." Haymitch sighed, shaking his head.
"Oh I'm more then just crazy. I'm flippin' mad." I laughed. "My sanity was lost a long time ago."
"I believe you." Haymitch said, standing up as the replay of the Reaping's was concluded. "We'll be arriving in the Capitol tomorrow, I want you both well rested." He said, pointing at both Peeta and I.
"Whatever you say, Haymitch." I said half sarcastically as I stood up, smiled a bit shyly at Peeta, and disappeared to my room.
A/N: Did you enjoy? tell meh in reviews! - lame way to try and get reviews. I'll take any constructive criticism, but please no flames! anyway, all of this takes up all of 7 pages, and most of an 8th on Open Office (my computers writer thingy) I'm currently working on Chapter two, and I've gotten to page 10 on Open Office :P I'd tell you more, but, SPOILERS. anyway, the name Star-Crossed Lovers will be gradually understood as the story is told. *whistles nonchalantly*